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EPILOGUE

ST.STEPHEN’SDAY

FRIARSGATE,DECEMBER 26, 1511

“She is not here, my lord,” Edmund Bolton said apologetically.

Logan Hepburn stood in the hall at Friarsgate, his clansmen behind him, his brothers at his side, his piper at the ready. He sighed deeply, but then he had known marrying her wouldn’t be easy. “Where has she gone?” he asked, noting that her three daughters were in evidence in the hall.

“She has gone to Edinburgh with Sir Thomas,” Edmund replied. “An invitation came for them from Queen Margaret just a few weeks ago. She said that having seen King Henry’s court, she thought she might also see the court of King James, for where else would she be able to wear her fine gowns again? Certainly not in the hall of your lordship’s stone tower.”

Logan Hepburn laughed. “She’s a clever vixen, Edmund. Once again she has slipped my net, but while she may know the Queen of Scotland, I know Jamie Stuart himself. In Edinburgh I will have the advantage. The wily wench will not slip from my grasp again, I promise you.” He turned to his men. “Let’s go, laddies. We’re off to Edinburgh on the morrow.” And with a wave of his hand he turned.

“Good hunting, my lord,” Edmund Bolton called after him, and Maybel smacked her husband on the arm.

Logan Hepburn laughed again, his blue-blue eyes dancing. She was a wife worth having, and as God was his witness, he would wed his fair Rosamund one day.One day very soon.